I cannot, by any means, part with it. Whatever, O holy one, you command me, should be done by me. Here is this gem! Here is myself! This blade of grass, converted into a dreadful weapon, will, however, fall into the wombs of the Pandava women, for this weapon is high and powerful, and cannot be baffled. O Rishi, I am unable to withdraw it, having once discharged it. I will not throw this weapon into the wombs of the Pandava women. As regards your other commands, O Rishi, I will obey them.